Chapter 17
I ’m walking up the aisle of the mini-mart with Karina, pushing the cart while she reads from Mom’s list, and I come to an instant stop when I see Wade outstretched in front of us, reaching up onto the top shelf to get Dolores a can of taco beans.
He looks different than usual today. Instead of a Stetson, he’s wearing a baseball cap that's turned backward and a sleeveless shirt that shows off his impressive arm muscles. It takes all my focus not to drool.
“Thank you, honey.” Dolores pats him on the shoulder as he stares across at me and smiles. “Ain’t many gentlemen left in the world. I don’t know how this one hasn't been snapped up yet,” she speaks to me and Karina as she puts the can in her basket.
“I sent my RSVP back to you. I’m having duck, dear, it didn’t specify if the sauce was optional. Now I don’t like too much…”
“I’m sure it will be optional, but I’ll do my best to find out for you.” I fake her a smile and watch Wade try to tone down the smirk on his face.
“Thank you, dear. I really can’t wait. It’s been a while since this town saw a wedding.” She looks back to Wade, who quickly pulls a straight face again.
“I hope when you meet a young lady you won’t be sneaking off to no courthouse like your brother did.”
“Guess some people just can’t wait. When they know, they know.
” Wade looks at me as he speaks and I feel myself starting to blush.
He’s not doing anything obvious, but it’s like the whole store is onto us, and suddenly I feel my pussy dampen my panties.
The way Wade rubs his lips together suggests he can sense it, but that's impossible.
“Anyway, we should be going, Mom has the governor and his wife over for dinner tonight, she’ll be getting in a flap if we don’t get this back to her.”
I smile awkwardly and start moving on, and as I pass Wade, he makes sure his fingertips brush over my hand. The contact is minimal, but it has the hairs on the back of my neck standing up and stokes the desire in the pit of my stomach.
“I’ll be seein’ ya,” he promises.
“And you're telling me you don’t see that.” Karina glances at me and shakes her head as I look over my shoulder and watch him leave.
“See what?” I act innocent.
“The way he looks at you. He’s completely in love with you,” she tells me.
“Don’t be silly, we’re friends.” I shake her off.
“He’s hot,” she points out, taking out her phone and burying her head in it. We’re putting the groceries in the trunk when my own vibrates, and I take it out of my purse to check it.
Wade: Meet me at the water mill. Half an hour.
I read the text from Wade and smile to myself as I slide my phone back into my pocket. All that excitement from back at the store starts to fizzle again, and when we get home I keep the engine running and quickly fill Karina’s arms with the groceries from the trunk.
“Give this to Mom. I gotta go.” I rush to get back behind the wheel.
“Go where?” Karina looks back at me.
“I just have to do something, okay?” I get impatient.
“You better be back for dinner or Mom will skin you alive,” she warns as she heads inside and I speed off toward the old water mill.
The old abandoned water mill is a few miles out of town, it used to be a hangout when we were at high school. The place is remote and pretty, and when I get there and see Wade’s truck parked up, I immediately get out and get into his passenger seat.
“What’s so urgent?” I ask him, cleverly, and he wastes no time showing me, grabbing at my waist and pulling me onto him so I’m straddling his lap.
My ass causes the horn to honk, and we both laugh as he kisses me hard and unbuckles his belt, raising me up with his hips as he pushes his jeans off his ass.
“We could get caught,” I tell him, doing nothing to stop him from lifting the skirt, I’m wearing, up over my waist. He’s clearly impressed with my underwear choice because he bites his bottom lip and growls, as his thumb massages my clit through the pink lace and I feel his cock grow rock-hard between us.
“No one comes out here anymore,” he tells me, hissing when I take him in my palm and start pulling him through my fist.
“I don’t care if we do get caught. I have to have ya.” The hand he’s not pleasuring me with kneads my tits through my sweater, squeezing me desperately as his lips attack mine again, and I feel his pre-cum leak over my fingers.
I grab his face in my hands and hold him tight to me, kissing his lips hard and wishing this could be us, always.
And when he reaches across and opens up the cubby-hole, he takes out a condom and fumbles to stretch it over his cock.
I shift my arms around his neck and lift my hips so he can pull my panties to the side and line me up with his cock, and with his hands now gripped on my waist he guides me down onto him.
It still stings a little, especially at this angle, but I love it.
I’m slowly becoming obsessed with having him inside me and as he guides my hips to bounce on and off his lap, with our foreheads touching and his eyes fixed on mine, the tight space around us makes it feel even more intense.
I come first, moaning his name over and over like some crazed lunatic, as I take over, riding out my own rhythm on his cock and feeling that tingle take over my entire body.
He slides his hand between my legs and rubs at my sensitive flesh, prolonging the pleasure, until he’s ready to come with me.
When he does, he shocks me when he pinches at my clit and bites my lip at the same time.
It hurts in the most wonderful way, and as he eases me back down steadily by taking over control and rolling my hips against his, I suddenly have the urge to cry from the overwhelming feeling in my chest. And that’s when I realize that I’ve fallen in love.